basketball game
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The buzzer rang, and for a moment time seemed to stand still. The crowd went silent, awestruck and amazed, unable to believe their eyes. After all, what were the chances?
We were the West Pasco Predators, a group of nine sixteen year olds, who most would have considered slow, small, and overall not athletic from our appearance. We came from a town nobody had ever heard of, so we received no respect. If we won, people would say it was luck, that they had a bad game, or even blame it on the referees. But we believed in ourselves, and that's all we needed.
The game I speak of was at the YBOA National Championships, in Memphis, Tennessee. We had proven ourselves time and time again and had made it to the top eight in this country, but still this game was different. We were playing the Louisiana Sports Academy, the gods of basketball at our age...